| Just Read It |
[Dec. 7th, 2004|08:39 pm] |
I once knew a nigga, whose real name was William
His primary concern was making a million
Being the illest hustler the world had ever seen
He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father, and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
Her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation, 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once, and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I dont project my insecurities at other people
He fiended for props, like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capatalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
Everyone tryna be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offenses
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that's what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock
Devils used to be Gods, Angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity, because we're burning in the melting pot
So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime and making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot, and wanted to move up to cocaine
Fulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major, like the cut-throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to them, niggas showed him no love
They told him "Any motherfuckin' coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone 'til they DIE
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes..."
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
And they wanted to test him, before business started
Suggested raping a bitch, to prove that he was cold hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with Made Men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night, at a quarter to three
Everyone tryna be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offenses
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again, there's always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But thats what happens when you rape, murder, and sell rock
Devils used to be Gods, Angels that fell from the top
There's no diversity, we're burning in the melting pot
They drove around the projects slow, while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street, walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped a shirt around her head, and knocked her onto the floor
"This is it, Kid. Now you got your chance to be raw."
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard, but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof, and then held her down on the ground
Screaming "Shut the fuck up and stop moving around"
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, until he'd broken her jaw
The dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
A broken jaw mumbled for God, but they weren't concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken, and bruised
One of the niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
And if he killed her, he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
And so he leaned over, and placed the gun to the side of her head
I'm falling and I can't turn back
But before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine, with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the GAT to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
He was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, for he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, now what was he worth?
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And cried out to the sky, 'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, for God wasn't there
And right then, he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place, but I doubt it
After that, they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen, 'cause the story that I'm telling is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact, I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, Brown, Yellow and Black-colored are not restricted
You have a self destructive destiny when you're inflicted
And you'll be one of God's children that fell from the top
There's no diversity, because we're burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say 'never'
Because a dance with the devil, might last you forever |
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| This Ain't An SL Nothin', It's A Scraper, Mayne.... |
[Dec. 2nd, 2004|12:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Music For A Darkened Theatre | ] |
Alright bitch, so I bought my rims and I'm getting them mounted tomorrow. Exciting. They basically set me back a bajillion dollars, but it's cool. Rims before a house, that's the gangster way. Corinne and I are doing fantastic. Our 6 month is coming up real soon. It's my longest relationship to date, so that's definitely something to be proud of. Hmm what else to talk about... Ok, Corinne has a cold, and she gave it to me. I'm enjoying it. Anyway, work is going pretty well, it's been rewarding. Other than Corinne and work, I practically have no life. That's how this journal entry will end. Nothing interesting. Nothing humorous. Just my life. Life is boring, by the way.
~ Nathan ~ |
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| Quiz Done Out Of Boredom # 13530023 |
[Nov. 22nd, 2004|01:22 pm] |
? ‡” I N F O R M A T I O N ‡” ? ‡”
Name: Nathan Whitney Owen
Single or taken: Non-Single
Sex: Male
Birthday: September 22, 1986
Sign: Virgo/Libra
Siblings: 1 Younger Sister
Hair color: Brownish?
Eye color: Seasonal
Height: 5'10
‡” ? ‡” R E L A T I O N S H I P S ‡” ? ‡”
Who are your best friends?: Jesus
You have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Yes
‡” ? ‡” F A S H I O N | S T U F F ‡” ? ‡”
Where is your favorite place to shop: Goodwill, Liquor Stores
Any tattoos or piercings: Just Ears
‡” ? ‡” S P E C I F I C S ‡” ? ‡”
Do you do drugs?: Nah Nigga.
What kind of shampoo do you use?: Whatever Is In The Shower. Preferably Pantene Pro-V
What are you most scared of?: Loved Ones Dying, Dark, Ghosts, Being Alone
What are you listening to right now? Town Shit
Who is the last person that called you?: Corinne
Where do you want to get married?: Somewhere exotic, yet sophisticated. Nothing tropical. Italy, possibly. France?
How many buddies are online right now?: Many
What would you change about yourself?: Physical Appearance. Wealth Status. I want to be rich, bitch.
‡” ? ‡” F A V O R I T E S ‡” ? ‡”
Color: I can't really pick. I like grey a lot. I like white because it's clean looking. Yellow and green and baby blue are pleasant.
Food: Can't choose. I like steamed rice with Soy Sauce. I like beef jerkey. Dill pickles. Soda. Chips. Jack in the Box tacos.
Boys names: Jackson
Girls names: Corinne, Roma
Subjects in school: Math, Arts
Animals: Kitties
‡” ? ‡” H A V E | Y O U | E V E R ‡” ? ‡”
Given anyone a bath?: Myself
Smoked?: No
Bungee jumped?: No
Made yourself throw up?: No
Skinny dipped?: No
Ever been in love?: Currently
Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: No
Pictured your crush naked?: Freak yah
Actually seen your crush naked?: Most def.
Cried when someone died?: Once
Lied: Doyee
Fallen for your best friend?: Never that
Been rejected?: You know it
Rejected someone?: You know it times 235256
Used someone?: Me = Male
Done something you regret?: 'Course
‡” ? ‡” C U R R E N T ‡” ? ‡”
Clothes: Wifebeater, basketball shorts
Music: Already asked that
Make-up: Not today
Annoyance: Not sure
Smell: Cologne
Desktop picture: 26" Rims
Book you're reading: Not a reader
CD in player?: Garden State Soundtrack
DVD in player: Bowling For Columbine
‡” ? ‡” L A S T | P E R S O N ‡” ? ‡”
You touched: Corinne
Hugged: Corizzle
You imed: Joey baby
You yelled at: Probably Mom
You kissed: Crin
‡” ? ‡” A R E | Y O U ‡” ? ‡”
Understanding?: Depends on what it is. Most of the time, no. I like to argue.
Open-minded: As much as possible.
Arrogant: Nehhh.
Insecure: Si.
Random: I guess.
Hungry: Not currently.
Smart: I hope.
Moody: Not really.
Hard working: Basically no.
Organized: Basically...no.
Healthy: Nah.
Shy: Yah.
Difficult: Hope not.
Attractive: Who knows.
Bored easily: Prolly.
Responsible?: I'd like to think so.
Obsessed: With what?
Angry: No.
Sad: No.
Happy: Sure.
Hyper: No.
Trusting: Nottt really.
‡” ? ‡” W H O | D O | Y O U | W A N N A ‡” ? ‡”
Kill: Lots of people.
Slap: Girls' asses.
Get really wasted with?: Scott Peterson.
Get high with?: Nada.
Talk to offline: KDFSDG
Talk to online: eGDGD
Sex it up with: Grizzly Bears. And Corinne. Always.
‡” ? ‡” R A N D O M ‡” ? ‡”
In the morning I am: Dead.
All you need is: Clothes.
Love is: Tough.
I dream about: Things.
Sexual preference: Breasts.
What do you notice first in the sex you're into: I don't know.
‡” ? ‡” W H I C H | I S | B E T T E R ‡” ? ‡”
Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi Vanilla.
Flowers or candy: Flowers.
Tall or short: Referring to what? People? Trees?
‡” ? ‡” W H O ‡” ? ‡”
Makes you laugh the most: Tom
Makes you smile: Corinne
Gives you a funny feeling when you see him/her: Star Jones
‡” ? ‡” D O | Y O U | E V E R ‡” ? ‡”
Sit on the internet all night waiting for that someone special to im you?: I'm hardly ever at my computer. It's on. But I'm usually not there.
Save conversations: That's for bums.
Wish you were younger: Don't think so.
Cry because someone said something to you?: Hm.. Maybe.
‡” ? ‡” N U M B E R ‡” ? ‡”
Of times I have had my heart broken: Iono.
Of hearts I have broken: Probably none.
Guys Ive kissed: More than 20.
Girls Ive kissed: Less than 5000.
Of cds I own: About 150
Of scars on my body: Nothing too serious.
Of things I regret: I don't exactly count. Bitch.
.x.YOUR|THOUGHTS.x.
I know: Stuff
I want: Everything
i have: Life
i wish: For money
i hate: People
i fear: Lots
i hear: Sounds
i search: And rescue
i wonder: dhgh
i love: Corinne |
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| That's what's up! |
[Nov. 7th, 2004|01:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Whatevs | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Thizzle Washington! | ] |
Hm. I don't really have much to write about. Nothing too exciting has happened in the last week or so. Maybe Mac Dre's death. Kinda sad. Nigga did his thizzle. But then again, he was a rapper. All of them die eventually. Anyway, lately I've been straight rompin' at work and spending time with my babaaaay. I love my baby! And by 'my baby', I mean Mac Dre. Kisses.
Westcola.
~ Nate |
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| Stop and Retaliate! |
[Oct. 24th, 2004|10:38 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Shweepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mayer | ] |
Head. Ache.
Ok, so I got my car. I'm getting it painted within the week, already bought a stereo for it, and rims will be coming soon because I am a drug dealer and that's a fact. I love you more than mandarin oranges. Bye bye you little cute ass twinkle.
~ Nate
And P.S.
What makes ants think that I ever gave them permission to enter my home in great numbers? It seems that they don't even care. What a bunch of A-Holes. |
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| Shit Yes! |
[Oct. 17th, 2004|03:43 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Juiced, You Motherfuck! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Gatsby's | ] |
Bye Bye Crip Wagon! |
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| If Ya'll Start Me, I'll Buck Like Milwaukee.... |
[Oct. 16th, 2004|02:03 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Shweepy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tecca Nina | ] |
Reasons for living:
- Corinne
- Jack In The Box Tacos
- Money
- Chelsea
- Simon and Cheuster
- Music
- Love Spell
- Green Tea Ice Cream
- That's About It, I Guess....
Peace out, you cute ass bluejay bitch. |
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| Don't Misunderstand Me, Please Baby.... |
[Oct. 9th, 2004|07:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Twalnut | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tears For Fiznears | ] |
I seriously suffer from about 6 headaches a week. It's magical. Anyway, lately I've been working, hanging out with Corinne, not eating, and dropping my cell phone. Work has been decent, I'm making that fedi. I don't really have time to eat anymore. Either that, or I'm just too lazy to make food for myself. When I drive, I sometimes put my cell phone on my lap, and I'll forget about it, and get out of the car, and ... well, you know what's next. Corinne and I are stupendous. We canceled the wedding plans for April 21st and just got married last Wednesday. No big deal. I still get into my Crip Wagon everytime I need to go somewhere. A new car will be coming soon. Thank goodness. You bitch. I can actually grow facial hair now. I mean, in the past, the only place I grew "facial" hair was on my stupid neck. Now I grow it on my chin. And sideburns a wee bit. Attractive. I take too many showers. It's pretty much unnecessary. Like you. And your existence. I just now realized that 'existence' is not spelt 'existance'. I wonder how many times I've written 'existence' with an 'a'. I wonder how many times I'll use this: ' and that: ' in this journal entry. I wonder. Time for kissing. Peace out you fucking cute ass baby.
~ Nathanielson ~ |
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| Got So Much Ice, You Could Skate On A Nigga..... |
[Sep. 26th, 2004|10:33 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Headache | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mobalati | ] |
Well, I recently purchased a new cell phone, but none of my numbers were saved from my old piece of junk cell which is now broken. So I'd appreciate it if you'd leave your number so I can add some names to my phonebook. Por favor. Thank ya.
~ Nate ~ |
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| Sigh... |
[Sep. 23rd, 2004|12:11 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Perfect | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Murs / Slug | ] |
I think it's back to the Jeep idea. Whatever.
~ Nathan |
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| What It Do?! |
[Sep. 19th, 2004|11:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | CR3 | ] |
I've been having a lot of trouble deciding what sort of car I want to buy for myself. I went from a 2003 Jeep Grand Cherokee, to a Buick Park Avenue, to a 2002 Corvette. Sigh. However, I think I've finally made up my mind...
1970 Pontiac GTO, 22" 100 Spoke Rims, 454 Engine, New Paint and an Audiobahn System.
I'm pretty excited. I found a good looking GTO for $2500, so I'm probably going to cop that by the end of the week and then fix it up clean. Bitch.
~ Nate ~ |
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| Forget The Pimpin' And The Playin'.... |
[Sep. 12th, 2004|10:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Lovely | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Silence | ] |
....And Remember Romance.
Life can be quite beautiful at times. Very rarely, but when it happens, it's simply the most amazing thing in the world. Things have really been looking up lately. I landed a decent paying job. My love life is absolutely indescribable. I'll be getting a new car in a matter of weeks. I'm off anti-depressants. I'm finally getting out into the world and experiencing new things.
I'm also changing as an individual in many ways. I'm becoming a more responsible person. I'm learning how to be independent. And I'm realizing what it means to love another human being. Recent months have been the best of my life, and I couldn't be any happier. I'm proud to say that I feel good about myself and where I currently stand.
To any of those I have lost touch with, please, don't be afraid to drop me a line or give me a call. Hugs and kisses.
~ Nathan ~ |
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| All About My CHEDDA! |
[Sep. 7th, 2004|12:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | In Love | ] |
| [ | music |
| | 3 Times In This Bitch! | ] |
Square ass NIGGA!
I cannot believe I haven't died of heat stroke. Today, some dick was driving up my hill, going about 80, and crashed into my neighbor's house. Crazy shit. I saw Parris, Paige, and Megan drive by. They stopped and we chatted for a bit. Interesting story: The dude that crashed the car is the same dude that crashed into my nieghbor's house about 10 years ago. He's the best driver this side of Norway. Anyway, I picked up Corinne at about 5ish and she came over for dinner and we chilled until about 9. Great fun. She brought me presents from her visit to PML. That was pleasant. Tonight, Joey and I are going to have a chill session from 3-5. You know how we do. West O, nigga what. Oaktown, bluh. What is it? Twalnut, E One Four, the Town nigga. F'real do', holla back, you know?! WHAT?! West Block!
~ Nathan |
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| Hunting... |
[Sep. 2nd, 2004|04:10 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Juiced, Bitch! | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Barry White | ] |
I hit a record-breaking 9 deer with my car tonight. Deep down, you know you're proud.
~ Nathan |
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| Stop And Retaliate! |
[Aug. 30th, 2004|03:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Ready To Buy Things | ] |
| [ | music |
| | George Winston | ] |
Saturday night: A's game, Corinne's house, Jack in the Box, bed.
Sunday: House cleaning, family get together, Corinne's family introduction, death.
Today: Slept in, Tower Records, Kiss Fest. 1997 with Joey, Bank of the West.
P.S. Has anyone in the Castro Valley/Hayward area seen that truck that's practically bent in half driving around? I have, and it blows my mind.
~ Nate |
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| Hutch's Is Corrupt, For Sure... |
[Aug. 27th, 2004|06:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tears Of A Clown | ] |
In case you don't know, my room faces the sun, and my bed is right next to my window. So this morning, I woke up because it was 3000 degrees in my room. Anyway...I took a shower, got dressed, picked up Joey, went to Wendy's, went to Popeye's, went to Hutch's. Got a major hook-up from a pothead auto mechanic. Went to Rasputin's. Wasted more money on CD's. Picked up my sister from my mom's work, and just got home now. I've decided Andre Nickatina is the grimiest motherfucker in the WORLD. "Tiger, BITCH, religious like a heat-seeking missile then gristle..." What is he talking about?
! Nate !
P.S. Joey and I are going to zee autobahn. |
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| No Joke..... |
[Aug. 25th, 2004|08:58 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Drained | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Murs | ] |
I am a certified bank teller. Hopefully someone robs me. No I'm serious. I kinda want someone to shoot me. But not fatally. Just in the arm or something. You have to admit, it'd be pretty cool to be able to tell someone "Yah, I got shot, so what?". People would think you were a straight up gangsturrr, which is obviously my goal in life. Anyway, I haven't been up to anything too exciting lately. Wasting all my money on CDs. Wearing pink. Drinking soda. Hating life. I've lost touch with a few people I used to be close with. Sometimes I wonder what they're up to, how they're doing, what they're wearing.... Well, that's life, I suppose. But Bigfoot, if you're reading this, I miss you. Let's chill.
~ Nate
P.S. Leave a comment. Come on. Please? |
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